Twelve questions to ask your Protestant friends

There are so many issues concerning the Protestant faiths that it is hard to know where to start.

Was it Archbishop of Canterbury................(Michael Ramsey or Geoffrey Fisher) who was honest enough to state, in the 1960s, "We have no doctrine other than that handed down to us by Rome."

 Dr Ian Paisley might have a few words to say on that topic.

But, so many non Catholic friends seem to live in a glass bubble where all that has gone before is forgotten and all that is to come is ignored.

So here are my twelve questions, you may well have others you wish to add:-

1. When did your church last canonize a saint?

2. Why have you covered up that fine holy water font? (on visiting a pre Reformation Church)

3. Why have those effigies of Catholic nobility had their features hacked off?

4. Did you know that St David was a Catholic? (this for my non Catholic Welsh friends)

5. What does your church believe in precisely?

6. Why do you speak of "Jesus" and "Mary" as if they were your next door neighbours?

7. When Our Lord and His followers were all male, what is the case for female ministers?

8. Did you know that England and Wales were once Catholic countries?

9. If there is both heaven and hell....what is the procedure for gaining access to the former?

10. When was your church founded - and by whom?

11. Did you know that there have been circa 86 Catholic Archbishops of
      Canterbury and 34 Protestant ones?
      
12. Why on earth don't you convert to the one true Faith?

The past five days and the past eight hundred years

Some may have noticed (and others not noticed) that there has been a lull in posting for five days.
This was all due to the generosity of our four children who stumped up the necessary to send us on a one day trip on the Orient Express from Victoria to the Kent coast.

It was, a trip to remember; we sailed graciously through Swanley, hotly through Chilham, at a gallop through Canterbury and sheepishly through Ramsgate and on to the Kent coast.
As we thundered on in opulent surroundings, I cast a thought to the extraordinary Catholic parishes that we passed close to; first, of course, was Blackfen and Fr Tim Finigan and then Maidstone, Ashford home of (I think, Fr John Boyle who is away in the States at present), then, finally, Ramsgate and the young Fr Marcus Holden, son of West Wales fame.
Truly, Southwark Diocese must have the greatest concentration of Latin Masses in England and Wales.

For those unfamiliar with the Orient Express, think Pullman Trains, think Agatha Christie and think also of a time when life was less frenetic and the more fortunate of society were able to enjoy a certain style of comfort and attention.

The deal was a round trip of some 170 plus miles together with a glass or two of champagne and a five course meal avec a complimentary bottle of vin glug....except that it was very good vin glug.
I settled back in my armchair seat and tried hard to keep Laurence England, who constantly prods my Catholic social conscience, out of my thoughts. It was hard.

At the end of the day we returned to the bosom of our family and, at the very end of the day we retired to our inn hidden away in the depths of the beautiful Hertfordshire countryside.

Hertfordshire is a county that I, certainly, am guilty of overlooking; it is easily accessible yet has all the appearances of being a thousand miles from a big city.

Once home to an order of monks, now a charming inn

Our inn was The Brocket Arms in a hamlet called Ayot St Lawrence and once served as the lodgings for the local monks who offered up the Latin Mass in the local church built in 1150.

Come the so called Reformation and the church was vandalised and the resident monk (according to legend) hanged for his faith in the inn (I was not aware of this at the time and would have offered up a prayer for his immortal soul had I known).

So, for some 860 years, this inn has been a place of rest, initially, for our priests and then, in the past 400 years for the local gentry and the yeomen and women of Merry England, ploughboys, rook scarers, mole catchers, hedgers and ditchers, blacksmiths and their superiors, would have quenched their thirsts at this little haven of Englishness.

In later years, George Bernard Shaw would have joined them as his house lies only some 200 yards away, but, the least said about GBS, the better in my book.

Why don't Catholics have beautiful churches? - Because Henry VIII
and his Protestant ministers wrecked them and robbed them of their
chalices and statues! The "old" church of Ayot St Lawrence

But I do rather believe that Chesterton and Belloc would have supped their foamy pints here from time to time.

Did Belloc and Chesterton once quaff ale here?

Finally, home on Sunday, stopping off for the 10am Mass at St Saviour's in Bristol, home of the SSPX.
Gloriously sung, well served and MC'd and perfect in every way.

I know that I have mentioned before that the SSPX Masses are different from the EF Masses celebrated in churches that are really nuanced towards the modern Mass.
It is not really surprising; the architecture is created especially for the TLM (even though St Saviour's was once High Anglican); the tabernacles are in the right place, the aura is right. The churches are untainted by modernism.

The only odd thing was that, knowing what sticklers the SSPX priests are for liturgical accuracy, I was surprised that the celebrant did not remove his maniple when he entered the pulpit to preach.
I do not highlight this from any nitpicking aspect, just a minor curiosity on my part.
Someone will now comment, I am sure, that Pope St Evaristus granted an indult to this effect in the year dot, never mind, it's not worth losing any sleep over.

We did, however, meet up with many of our good friends (some of whom, we had not seen for over 25 years). It was great to meet Joe and Clare Bevan and their family and Nigel Mills from Bath. And, even some that we missed in the throng after Mass (the chapel was packed out). Stephen from the Salisbury area was one that we missed, sorry Stephen if you read this.

More on the old church of St Lawrence in future posts.

The Royal Pageant – Catholic style

This, also, would have been a Catholic Pageant

                                                                                          

Imagine that the Reformation never took place; that England, Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland had breasted the waves of the Protestant revolution that had gripped the rest of Europe and remained loyal to Rome, Catholic through and through.

What then, would the Royal Pageant have looked like?

Sunday’s pageant was an impressive with the Royal Barge and the fleet of boats that accompanied it all displaying what Britainis very good at, Royal occasions.

But, with no Reformation, an account of Sunday’s grand affair might have read like this:-

“The second longest reigning Catholic Queen of Great Britain, Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II, boarded the Royal Barge, called ‘The Spirit of Rome’ to set forth on her triumphal Diamond Jubilee Thames pageant accompanied by the Holy Father, Pope Benedict XVI and leading figures from the British Hierarchy.

As the Barge left the pier at Chelsea it paused mid stream to allow an accompanying vessel carrying a group of Choirs from churches throughout the country, to sing a Te Deum opposite the site of the home of one of England’s most well loved saints, Thomas More, who died peacefully in his old age in 1563.

Proceeding downstream the Royal Barge was led by a vessel carrying a floating belfry, a set of eight bells specially cast for the Royal Diamond Jubilee celebrations and due to be installed in the Church of St James, Spanish Place.

Throughout the course of the seven mile journey, the bells were ‘answered’ by the bells of all the Catholic Churches en routes.

At Westminster Pier, the Queen alighted and attended a Tridentine Latin Pontifical High Mass at Westminster Abbey celebrated by the Holy Father.

Resuming her journey after Mass, the Queen’s flotilla paused again opposite the Tower of London to pray for the souls of Marie Stopes and other abortionists who had been imprisoned there after having been found guilty of incitement to murder.

Over 1,000 boats accompanied the Royal Pageant including those carrying groups from The Legion of Mary, Knights of St Columba, Society of St Vincent de Paul, the Crusade of Rescue Adoption Society, Juventutem, The Chartres Pilgrimage Association and The Guild of Blessed Titus Brandsma.

The journey ended at Tower Pier and the Archbishop of Westminster, Vincent Nichols, then led the assembly to a packed St Paul’s Cathedral for Rosary and Benediction”.